Musings

I've been listening to this new guy, James Blunt www.jamesblunt.com. Well, he's not really new but new to the US audience. His fucking songs are so depressing and full of self-pity, that after listening to him you want to fucking cry. If you don't want to cry you wish you could and indulge in his self-pity. Two of his songs are Goodbye My Lover and You're Beautiful. Saw him on O (Oprah) about a month ago, and he was so unassuming and self-depricating. That's how I wish most celebrities were. It endears you to them even more. It makes you feel, well, this person has so much talent and yet they're not full of shit, how cool. Let me now go spend my money on this cool, unassuming person. That's good PR right there instead of being a fucking prick/cunt. And as I speak of music and stuff, a friend made the obvious comment to me that why does it seem like the most talented creative people have to be the most tortured: Marvin Gaye, Jim Morrison, Picasso, Michael Jackson ( Michael is a tortured fuck). It's like God said, well, I gave you all this talent so I have to toss in some bad with it, here you go, take some heartwrenching torment to go. How I would love to be a thought in the room when some of the greats came up with their masterpieces just to watch the entire process take place..wow. Talk about an adrenaline rush...ya.

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